She was alone; in her comfort zone. They all thought she was tough; insensitive. They couldn’t be more wrong. Nobody knew the anguish and torment she went through every day.
Just a quick ‘finger-painting’ to keep my hand in when I didn’t have a lot of time.
Climb every height to meet the rising morn; Above the waving tops, high mountains rise, In distant glory, and assault…
The moon of the night shone upon her ebony skin. Such a mysterious beauty. Her hair carefully coiled, her eyes…
Circling in the encircling space, Fluttering dancing in immense grace; Squeak and screech in immeasurable joy, Surging surfing never to…
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he. Laugh Kookaburra laugh kookaburra, gay…
He was up especially early that morning, and immediately set to work checking his car over once again. It was…